The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-09-01

and the chami erlains of God will come
down from thu treasure houses of heaven,
with robes lustrous, blood washed, and
heaven glinted, in which you will array
yourself for the marriage supper of the
lamb. And then with Miriam, who
struck the timbrel of the Red sea; and
with Deborah, who led the Lords host
into the fight; and with Hannah, who
gave her Samuel to the Lord; and with
Mary, who rocked Jesus to sleep while
there were angels singing in the air; and
with Florence Nightingale, who bound
up the battle wounds of the Crimea, you
will, from the chalice of God, drink to
the souls eternal rescue.
One twilight, after had been playing
with the children for some time, laid
down on the lounge to rest. The chill
dren said, play more. Children always
want to play more. And, half asleep and
half awake, Iseemed to dream this dream:
1t seemed to me that | was in a far dis
tant land-not Persia, although more
than Oriental luxuriance crowned the
cities; nor the tropics although more
than tropical fruitfulness filed the gar
dens; nor although more than
Italian softness filed the air. And |
wandered around, looking for thorns and
nettles, but found none of them grew
there. And | walked forth and / saw the
sun rise, and | said, "When will it set
again ?'' and the sun sank not And I
saw all the people in holiday apparel and
said: "When will they put on working
mans garb again and delve in the mine,
and swelter at the forge?" but neither the
garments nor the robes did they pus off.
And I wandered in the suburbs, and [
said: "Where do they bury the dead Of
this great city," and l looked along by
the hills where it would be most beauti-
full for the dead to sleep, and 1 saw
castles, and towns, and battlements;
but not a mausoleum, nor monument,
nor white slab could l see. And |
went into the great chapel of the
town, and l said: ''Where do the
poor worship? Where are the benches
on which they sit?" And voice an
swered: "We have no poor in this great
city" And I wandered out, seeking to
find che place where were the novels of
the destitute, and l found mansions Of
amber and ivory and gold, but no tear
did [ see or sigh hear. was bewildered,
and l sat under the shadow Of a great
tree, and said: ''What am l and whence
comes all this?'' And at that moment
there came from among the leaves, skip
ping up the flowery paths and across the
sparkling waters, a very bright and spark
ling group; and when l saw their step I
knew it, and when / heard their voices
l thought l knew them; but their
apparel was so different from anything
had ever seen, bowed, stranger to
strangers. But after while, when they
clapped their hands and shouted, ''Wel-
come! welcomed" the mystery was solved,
and l saw that time had passed and that
eternity had come, and that God had
gathered us up into a higher home; and
said, care we all here?" and the voices
of innumerable generations answered,
"All here" and while tears of gladness
were raining down our cheeks, and the
branches of the Lebanon cedars were
clapping their hands, and the towers Of
the great city were Ginning their well
come, we began to laugh and sing and
! leap and shout, ''Home! home! home!''
| Then I felt child's hand ON my face,
and it woke me. The children wanted
to play more. Children always want to
play more.